‘Tis Pity She’s So Horrid…
Dammit, Wild Bill. How could you go gyrating off with Ann Coulter? Leave the insipid blond Cher clone alone. Belly dancers have more fun.
I’d love to recruit Disco Bill Dembski into belly dancing, being that he’s such a grand contortionist in the apologetics area.
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I actually feel a little sorry for Billy. I'm not sure he really knows what he's gotten himself into. I mean judging by his past displays of a lack of reality, this one might really bite him assward.
Billy is a big boy now. If he doesn't know what he's gotten himself into, it's time that he learned how to handle it. (But I don't think that frigid Ann Coulter is something that involves "getting into" much of anything.) If I were Billy's wife I'd kick his ass. As for biting him, leave that to me. (Come to the Twin Cities, Wild Bill! I'm looking forward to it. Belly Gram!)
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